MARRIAGE TRAP

LONGING

He was ready in less than fifteen minutes, looking dazzling in a specially sewn night suit and a clean white shirt, and Lyra watched pocketing her purse, then reaching for the key.

"Come on. Where exactly is it?"

Lyra mentioned the name and address of the gallery, then sat quietly as the car moved through the streets of the city.

The slightest conversation Lyra had in her mind was like nonsense, but her nerves were screaming to release tension.

"You could've told me you were coming home tonight."

"I don't think it's necessary."

"Of course not. You expect an obedient wife to score schoolwork while she misses you and waits for you back."

Her tone was sweet, yet sharp and Lyra saw the man looking at her sharply.

"Obedience and longing are not the two descriptions I will choose for you."

"Dare to? Irritating?"

"Fright."

The gallery was located in a modern part of the city, and Lyra drove her car to the parking lot.

There were already quite a few guests present when Lyra entered the gallery with that very tasteful piece of furniture. Guests mingle as they pitch opinions about the artwork on display.

"Lyra, Romy."

Sheila's feisty voice was like fresh air, Lyra turned to receive an enthusiastic welcome and saw Romy sweeping her lips on Sheila's cheeks.

"You probably know most of the guests." continued Sheila was friendly when the waiter showed up and offered a tray filled with drinks. "Cocktail to lift the mood, or." he stopped then lowered his voice while grinning mischievously "increasing the desire to express the appropriate praise even for the most ridiculous artwork."

"Sst," said Lyra with a serious look. "You've previously said that a certain percentage of ticket sales are helpful to charitable foundations."

"Added fifteen percent of every artwork sold."

"Well," Lyra smiled brightly.

"Benefits are good."

"Silly also proved to be a good talk" Romy said slowly as he turned down the coktail and took the orange juice.

Sheila laughs. "Surely you're just joking?"

"Not really." Romy shows the paintings on display in one of the dindinh. "Come on."

A photographer taking pictures of beautiful people, with their well-trained smiles and the right poses, certainly appears on the pages of social magazines.

Lyra throws a dazzling smile and manages to keep it up as Romy embraces her waist and pulls her closer.

Visual affirmation of happy husbands?

Perhaps, Lyra admits, though happy is a mistake.

Could it be different?

"I've looked through some statues" Sheila said as one of Romy's acquaintances invited the man into a conversation. "Let's see. One of them is pretty amazing."

A stone, beautifully carved, was a work of art, although they both smiled sadly at the price.

"Romy arrived home unexpectedly" Sheila said. "Exudes enough sexual energy to satisfy."

Lyra rolled her eyes. "You think so?"

"Darling, don't you see how he looks at you?"

"Imagine she can't wait to take me home so she can tear my neck apart for not giving her any news" Lyra replied and pursed her nose looking at Sheila's faintly gleaming eyes.

"And what's that news?"

"Tell him my social activities."

"Ah."

"And what?"

"Of course, and **** can fly."

"Indeed can be." argued Sheila naughty, "In the cartoon."

"Huh."

Romy joined them a few seconds later. "A good conversation?"

"Four-legged beast that can fly" Sheila said with a perfectly flat face.

The corners of Romy's mouth curled up full of humor. "Maybe coffee would be a wiser choice than a cocktail."

"May also."

It was past eleven when they left and accompanied Sheila to her car. The two women hugged each other and promised to meet again as soon as possible, Lyra only smiled as Sheila said, "watch yourself." and kept smiling as Sheila turned on her car engine.

"home." Romy announced briefly as they walked towards his car in the parking lot.

"Why don't you just take care of it?" Lyra challenged him as Romy drove the car into the street.

"What do you mean?"

"You've been boiling all night."

"You imagine I'd mind if you attended tonight's show with Sheila?"

"Of course you went back to your hotel room alone."

"Are you accusing me of being unfaithful?"

"As if I could figure it out."

Romy withstood a rude swearing. "Marriage requires trust."

"But we don't have a normal marriage."

Romy stared hard. "Since when have you had such an impression?"

"What's normal?" It was a scream in the heart, born of tension, and Lyra just stared at the windshield as Romy walked the distance to the house within the permissible speed limit, using the remote to open the gate, and stop the car in his garage.

Lyra entered the house in silence, then gasped in surprise when Romy lifted her on one shoulder, then climbed the stairs.

"What are you doing?" Lyta punched his chest. "Down me!"

"A little while."

"Romy's." Kicking along the way to the bedroom is not in the plan. Lyra also used violent tactics. "Basic monster!"

Romy arrived at the top of the stairs and turned towards the master bedroom.

"Are you done?"

"Withyou?" Romy dropped Lyra in his head. "God, I haven't even started yet."

Romy lowered his head and kissed Lyra's lips in a kiss that shook the woman's body. Deep, very deep, the power that marks what belongs to him and in his passionate drive to conquer. And that's what happened.

Passion, which is sensual and very primitive.

When Romy finally raised her, Lyra almost drowned in her sharp and burning gaze. He gasped as the man lowered his head and kissed his lips in a gentle touch that stroked and teased him with unhurried warmth.

Romy's hand clutched his face. "better. But it's not enough. Clothes, baby. Your clothes. My clothes. Now." Now."

It was hard to know who let go of what, but soon every single strand of clothing lay strewn across the floor.

"All week." said Romy Parau, "every night, this is what keeps me sane. You're. Under me in my power, hit me. Anywhere, as long as it means I'm in your arms."

Romy lays down Lyra's tubes on the bed and enjoys sensual experiences at every intimate point, bringing him to a burning summit again and again until Lyra begged the man to master in a raucous scream that she did not recognize as her own voice.

Only then did Romy push on, unhurriedly until Lyra welcomed him fully. The first peak came quickly, bringing Lyra high to a wave of emotions that slowly receded before Romy started again in a long and strong caress so that Lyra was unable to think of anything. Herself, as Romy satisfies himself and adds to Lyra's satisfaction in the stinging passion that makes them fiery and breathes with difficulty.

Even after that Romy was not yet pias, and Lyra almost sobbed as her man traced each pa*** her with light kisses teasing her sensitive peak, then move lower to give the most intimate kiss. Using her tongue, the edge of her teeth, Hingha Lyra seemed to be crushed into pieces.

After that, Romy embraced Lyra's slender body and hugged her as they fell asleep tired.